A Child's Wish

British pop star-turned-TV personality Myleene Klass has been publicly scolded by the headteacher of her daughter's school for sparking a media furore and preventing staff from focusing on education. The former Hear'Say singer hit headlines last week (ends08Feb15) when she took to social media to mock a parent's request to donate $16 (£10) in cash for a child's birthday present.
Klass faced a backlash at the London school, attended by her seven-year-old daughter Ava, and was reportedly involved in a confrontation between parents.
The headteacher has now addressed the media storm in a weekly school newsletter, publicly reprimanding Klass for bringing unwanted attention to the school and the parents.
The letter reads, "It was not my intention to use the (newsletter) this week as a soap box, but here it comes... How I wish I could focus on your daughters' education and not on responding to media trivia... How many times this week have I been asked to comment/act/intervene/reprimand/... do something! Mutual respect and tolerance... We actively promote them - do you?
"I needed to get that off my chest... And as my granny would've said, if you can't tweet anything nice, don't tweet anything at all."
At the height of the furore, Klass wrote an article for a U.K. newspaper in which she claimed she published private emails between parents in a bid to stop the culture of spoiling children with luxury gifts.

Richard Linklater's acclaimed movie Boyhood has landed four nominations for the 2014 Gotham Independent Film Awards including a Best Feature nod. The drama, which took the director 12 years to complete and stars Ethan Hawke and Patricia Arquette will compete against Birdman, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Love is Strange and Under The Skin in the top category.
Hawke has also scored a Best Actor nomination for his role in the film, alongside Bill Hader for The Skeleton Twins, A Most Violent Year's Oscar Isaac, Michael Keaton for Birdman and Miles Teller for Whiplash, while Arquette is up against Gugu Mbatha-Raw (Beyond the Lights), Julianne Moore (Still Alice), Under the Skin's Scarlett Johansson and Mia Wasikowska (Tracks) in the Best Actress category.
Nightcrawler's Riz Ahmed, Blue Ruin's Macon Blair, Boyhood's Ellar Coltrane, Wish I Was Here's Joey King, Obvious Child's Jenny Slate and Dear White People's Tessa Thompson will battle it out for Breakthrough Actor.
The prizegiving ceremony will take place at Cipriani Wall Street in New York on 1 December (14). Actress Tilda Swinton and Foxcatcher director Bennett Miller with be honoured with special tributes at the event.

Okay, Kim Kardashian: enough is enough. You need to take a break from constantly being in the spotlight and traveling the world to make appearances anywhere and everywhere with "your girls" or your beau/baby daddy Kanye West. We're not saying this as an American population that is simply exhausted by the Kardashian reign (though, we are); we're saying this as people who are actually concerned for the well-being of your unborn child.
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Look, we get that being a ubiquitous reality television star requires selling your soul for constant exposure, no matter how tacky or ill-advised, so that you don't fall off the cliff of irrelevancy never to return again (how's it going down there, Jon Gosselin?) — but your kid sure doesn't have a say in this.
The New York Post reported that Kim was "rushed to a doctor in Los Angeles on Tuesday night when she feared she was having a miscarriage after returning from Paris fashion week ... And while it was fortunately a false alarm, Kim has now been ordered by her doctors to stop overdoing it and get more rest."
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The most upsetting bit in the entire Page Six article, however, is that a source claimed, "Kim’s not respecting her pregnancy. She’s running around, working out seven days a week. She’s working with two different trainers to control her weight."
Now, as we noted yesterday, one must always keep in mind that these stories are coming from the Post, but Kim Kardashian not taking a break from her fame doesn't sound all that far-fetched. Still, not even the cruelest Kardashian ill-wisher would wish something as tragic as a miscarriage on anyone in that family. If anything asks the question of what cost this fame comes at, it's this: putting you and your child's life at risk.
For once, we're asking you to step away and it's not out of malice or exhaustion from overexposure, it's genuine concern. Take it. We'll actually like you and respect you for it.
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Happy White Party, everyone! No, no, it's not a gay circuit party in Palm Springs (though that, too, is a White Party) or a gay circuit party in Miami (though that, too, is a White Party) or a sale at Bed Bath and Beyoncé (though that, too, is the Whites Party) or the KKK (thought that, too, is a party of whites). No, this is Kyle Richard's White Party a social event that is as hotly anticipated as, I don't know, the spring formal at a Junior College? The Cupcake Day fundraiser at your child's school? Something like that. Aren't you so excited for the White Party? Sure you are.
I believe that when it started all those years ago, it was for charity or something, but now it's just a party in Kyle's backyard where her friends clog her street with limousines and all her neighbors pull their curtains tight passive aggressively and try to scowl at Kyle while ignoring the bad house music remixes that waft across their hedges and over the invisible barriers of their property. Yes, now it is just a party where Kyle celebrates everything that is white. Mostly white people. Oh, and Brandi Glanville's black friends Etirsa and Byron Allen, that guy who hosts those syndicated interview shows that air at 1 AM on Sunday night (Monday morning) when you should be in bed, but you are up just dreading the bitchy email you're going to have to send to your staff on Monday morning because you slept until noon Sunday afternoon after the bender on Saturday night. Why, oh why, can't weekends last forever?
Okay, so Kyle threw the White Party which is, well, it's just an excuse for people to get together, put on their alabaster outfits, and drape themselves in garlands of jewels and have a little party while Kyle and her off-White husband float in an inflatable island in the middle of the pool. Oh, and to fight. Yes, and since the fight this season is about Brandi and Adrienne Maloof's lawsuit, I am just going to break this down point by point so that we can refry these tired old beans once more and eat them in a taco of our own disgust.
We interrupt this recap to bring you this announcement from the producers of At Home with Yolanda Bananas Foster. There will be no new episode of At Home with Yolanda Bananas Foster this week. Please tune in next week for a very special episode Yolanda Bananas Foster's Refrigerator Odyssey Starring Yolanda Bananas Foster and the Aryan Race Players.
Okay, here are all the points we need to discuss about the White Party.
1. This time Brandi was smart enough to bring proof. Sure it was some dusty old emails printed out and folded into her purse, but like a good lady who doesn't have the money to hire her own lawyer, she is Erin Brockoviching this s*** and got documentation. Her emails prove that Bernie, Adrienne's cook, is selling stories about Brandi. So, Adrienne, the Queen of the Maloofs (a race of mole people that live under the mountain and are cooked by a man named Bernie) is busted on that one and she needs to fire him like she said she was going to.
2. Adrienne essentially admitted that she sent Brandi a cease and desist letter and she said, "A letter is different than a lawsuit." Yes, it is, Adrienne, but now you acknowledge the letter when last week at the Tea Party of Doom you said there was no letter. So, Adrienne is a liar because there was a letter and she knew there was a letter all along and trying to make herself look blameless is just making her look worse (which is something her nose already accomplishes). And when she said, "I had to hire a lawyer too. I wish I didn't have to hire a lawyer," I wanted to take one of her 65% off discount shoes and bat her on the side of the head with it. If she didn't want to hire a lawyer, she shouldn't have hired a lawyer! She, and her legions of lawyers, started it.
3. What sort of lawyer is Brandi going to that she had to pay $10,000? Can't she just go out on a date with an ugly lawyer from somewhere and get some "free" legal advice?
4. Brandi said, "I don't want to have to hire any more lawyers." Adrienne's husband, Paullo the chimp, responded, "Well, then don't go running your mouth off." Okay, this is why Adrienne and Paullo are the worst kind of rich people. They think that because they can afford legions of lawyers (more like a million of Paullo's brothers all pounding at typewriters trying to write a subpoena) that they can intimidate people into saying whatever they want or not saying whatever they want. Like Brandi said, "Welcome to the United States of [bleeping] America." People can say whatever they want and people can also sue as much as they want, but it doesn't mean that because someone is rich and can sue, they should do it to shut people up. That's just the worst kind of capitalism.
5. Thank god for Ken Vanderpump who is so rich that he can tell Adrienne and Paullo to go Vanderpump themselves for what they're doing to Brandi. He can't be intimidated. He has his own money and his own lawyers so he can speak his mind. He echoed their line from last season: (more on that in a second) "Friends don't sue friends." He told them to stop using their money to intimidate Brandi into doing their bidding.
6. Adrienne wears so much self tanner that when she comes over to Lisa's house and sits on the furniture she leaves giant stains that Lisa can't get off and Lisa had to have her white sofa reupholstered, which HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (breath) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA chortle chortle sputter gag death. I am dead from laughing. My ghost is writing this using a Ouija Board and my intern is transcribing. Adrienne just killed me. And then she told Lisa, "Oh, it happens to me all the time. Just use baby wipes, it comes right off." Now I am back from the dead so that I have a corporal hand with which to punch Adrienne so hard that her spray tan falls off and collects around her feet like a little puddle of liquid flesh.
7. Alright, I hate to say it but the Widow Armstrong is right. What Adrienne and Paullo are doing to Brandi is exactly what happened to her last year at the White Party. Her late husband Russell sent St. Camille a letter saying that he would sue her for telling the truth on camera and because of that letter, Adrienne and Paul lead the charge to have Kyle kick her out of the party. Because they sent the same letter to Brandi, Kyle should have kicked them out of the party too. But she did not, because not everyone hates Adrienne like they did Russell. Kyle is a hypocrite (but at least she finally understands that Adrienne is a jerk to sue Brandi). Adrienne is a hypocrite. So is Bravo, who aired Camille's allegation against a dead man (who can't sue), but still won't show us what Brandi said about Adrienne that caused this whole fight because, well, Adrienne and Paullo are the worst type of rich people and they are intimidating Bravo with their lawyers too.
8. This is all still about the "Maloof Hoof." Yes, it is. That is what it all comes back to. Ken told Paullo that they could have sued them for saying Lisa sold stories to the press, but they didn't even though their lies hurt his business (which I don't really believe, but a good defense, Ken), because friends don't sue friends. Paullo shot back, "Yeah, like the Maloof Hoof." That is what this fight is all about. Because of that remark, Adrienne decided to go after Lisa and enlisted Brandi. When Brandi wouldn't go along with it we started this slow decline into protracted trench warfare that we've been watching this whole season. Yes, it all comes back to the "Maloof Hoof." So, no matter how many times we break it down, the plot line of this entire season boils down to this: Adrienne Maloof is a joyless succubus who can not take a joke. That's it. That's the entirety of it. Cased closed.
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Speaking of how dumb Adrienne is, she also felt the need to flee her house because the mansion next to hers, the one formerly owned by the Vanderpump clan, was on fire. Sure, it was a giant blaze and took 100 fire fighters to put it out, but come on, Adrienne. She thought the fire would "jump" over to her house. Do you know how many embers would have to float on the breeze to travel the 17 acres between Lisa's house and hers? It would have to fly past the tennis court, over the gate, over Adrienne's expansive lawn, over her dogs that she also can't take jokes and land on her roof. Do you know how far that is? It is further than the logical leap Adrienne makes to show how what she is doing to Brandi is different from what Taylor and Russell did last year. That's how far it is. It is farther than the stars.
And what was up with the older kids who were hanging out with Adrienne and Paullo's children (who were definitely absolutely in no way whatsoever born by a surrogate)? Who were they? Was one old enough to lust after? Please say yes. And what was up with blurring the faces of Adrienne's kids? She obviously agreed to have them filmed in the first place, but is that the blur of contention now that she and Paullo are getting a divorce? I think I see the mark of the beast upon them.
{DING DONG} Oh, what was that? It was my doorbell. Oh, there is a messenger here and he just handed me an envelope. Oh, what is this? It's an engraved invitation. "You are hereby invited to a party at the home of Ms. Kim Richards (not to be confused with her daughter Ms. Kimberly Richards) where she will be unveiling the identity of her new nose. She knows that you nose that she knows noses and would be honored if you could join her at her humble abode on Monday, February 18, at 7 PM. RSVP, regrets only."
Oh, why I would love to attend! Thank you, Kim. It also just dawned on me that if Kim Richards were to ever have her own reality show, it should be called "Regrets Only." Just saying.
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When we arrived at Kim's party she was not making her signature dish, a hand-tossed chicken salad that no one will eat. Instead she was giving instructions as to what drinks should be made at the espresso bar (no alcohol at this here shindiggerino) and lighting the candles for the plastic floating flowers that were to go in her pool.
The guests start filtering in and Kim is still puttering about with a bandage over her nose, waiting to show the world what lies underneath and we get to meet her dog, Kingsley, who is just as badly behaved as you would imagine Kim Richards' dog would be. Kyle came over and said, "What happened with the dog and your nose?" And Kim replies, "Well, it had to be completely redone and this is all because you once said that I have a really ugly nose and I need to get it done for you." Me-ow. Oh, wait, this is about a dog. Ba-ark.
Then there's a call from the Widow Armstrong and, well, ironically it is a Kim Richards call to Kim Richards' party. You know the Kim Richards call, when your friend phones you up all drunk with some stupid excuse why she can't meet you. We've all gotten that call. Kim perfected it, but now the Widow Armstrong is taking over. "He guys. Sorry, I can't come to the party because I met this guy two days ago and he was like, 'Hey, let's go to Beaver Creek for the weekend,' and at first I thought he meant like 'Beaver Creek,' like he just wanted to go down on me for days, but apparently Beaver Creek is a real place and we're going. We're on our way to the airport now, so I can't make the party, I hope you understand."
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Kyle, who brought the Widow Armstrong's daughter Kennedy to the Only the Nose Knows Noses party responds, "Oh, well, do you want Kennedy to spend the night at my house?" And the Widow Armstrong says, "Oh, she's with you?! Oh, then I guess that's OK. Thanks Kyle, you're the best. Even though I threw mad shade at you last week about kicking me out of your White Party, thank you for taking care of my misplaced offspring. Oh, look, champers! Gots to go. Oh, I'll be back in time for the White Party, don't you worry. Byesies!!"
Okay, that is all just sad. Everything that happened there is like your soul falling out of your body and being trampled on by a stampede of wildebeests. That's what everything the Widow Armstrong just said should feel like. But she's so drunk all she feels is that warmth and vague car-sickness that goes with a good buzz.
Kyle and Kim then have to talk about this development with all the ladies there and Adrienne has the gaul to laugh at the Widow Armstrong. Yes, a woman — who lies about suing people and has a chef who sells stories about her guests to the tabloids and who you have to baby wipe the furniture after is — laughing at someone else. That's rich. Faye Resnick opened her mouth and a flood of hornets came out with a deadly buzz and then she shut up and the cloud of insects just dissipated into the night. Fetch had some sort of opinion on the whole matter, but who the hell cares what this bitch has to say? I mean, at least get a $25K pair of sunglasses or something.
Into the party comes a man looking like a combination between Lurch from The Addams Family and that guy in the horror movie who controls rats. It's Kim's doctor and he's there with some hot piece to take off Kim's bandage at her house. They go off into her bedroom. Kim takes Brooke, her daughter who looks just like her, and the doctor slowly takes off the bandages by rubbing a Q-Tip underneath them. Kim looks into the mirror like she's on The Swan and she's catching a glimpse of her new face for the first time. "Oh, look at me!" Kim yells. I look so young and so fresh. My hair is so straight and blond, but, wait... I still have my old nose. Why is there still that small bump in my nose?"
"Mom, that's me," Brooke says. "You're looking at me!"
"Oh," Kim says. "Oh..." And she sort of trails off and touches her face, pushing it up at the cheeks as if it was moldable clay. She stares quietly, wondering why it wasn't all fixed, why she didn't look as different as she felt. She just has a fleshy putty nose. But she has to go outside. She walks out onto the lanai and everyone is waiting for her, standing around for the big reveal and she shows up and... There it is. There is her nose. It just looks, well, normal. Congrats, Kim. You now have the exact same nose as every other woman in Beverly Hills. Your face is now perfectly bland. Three cheers!
Kim goes around the party and everyone congratulates her. Well, everyone except for Adrienne, who says three times that her husband Paul could have done a better job. Oh, and why didn't Kim convalesce at the Palms while she's at it? Maybe take in a Sacramento Kings game. God, Adrienne, shut up. The only other person who hates it is Kim's niece Portia. Kyle's daughter is petrified of plastic surgery. Something about seeing the people that she knows best with faces that are singed with lasers, burned with chemicals, and sculpted with invasive procedures just freaks out this four-year-old. She doesn't like when the people she love turn into stretched-faced ghoul people. What could possibly be wrong with her?
Everyone packs up and leaves the party and no one touched Kim's chicken salad. It sat there in a bowl untouched by any hands other than Kim's. Now it's time to clean up, pack up the espresso bar, collect all the floating candles out of the pool. Kim hikes up her sundress and squats down on the concrete surrounding the water. She paddles the water slightly, sending ripples out into it and drawing all the floating flowers towards her. She pulls them out one by one, blowing out the candle and stacking them next to her.
There's only one flower left and it's slowly bobbing around the water, just in the middle. Kim's rowing is doing nothing but making it jostle back and forth, the tea light swaying and casting cascading shadows as it shakes. She stops and just waits, there on her haunches. She looks out onto the deck and thinks about Taylor. She thinks about her on some plane with a man on her way to Beaver Creek. She thinks about her looking out of the window of the plane and just seeing darkness below. That darkness that is pocked with strange flecks of light, like a little bit of glitter dusted on a jacket. Either that or a star embedded in the soil, burning everything around it. She thinks about Taylor looking back at that man and reaching for another glass, wondering where they're going to end up and not caring, not caring if the plane just silently drops out of the sky like a stone and embeds itself into the earth — burning, not so much like a star, but like a pyre. She thinks of Taylor wanting to purge herself and not knowing how. She thinks about that plane.
And she looks out at the last flower and it exhausts her. She looks down at the water and sees her face, this strange face looking back at her. Kim doesn't know how she got so old. She really thought she was Brooke for a second. That's how she remembers herself. That's the only way she sees herself. People say that the years go by so quickly, but that's not true. It's so slow. It's so slow and it happens one line at a time, no, one cell at a time. Each one stretching out and dying. She takes a deep breath and exhales out her nose. "I can breathe again," she says to no one listening. "I can breathe." She lets out another deep snort and it finally sends the flower across the pool to the far edge. Kim gets up and her knees pop. She pads over to the other side and plucks out the final flower from her pool. She lets out another breath to extinguish the flame and it just shimmys away from her and fades but then stands upright once again. It's never easy for Kim. And she can never get it done right the first time.
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It's Hollywood week, and we're supposed to be floating on little clouds of Nicki Minaj's cotton candy hair and Mariah Carey's never-ending collection of butterfly accessories.We're supposed to be in heaven. But no. It's not that simple. American Idol has to be fresh and new, so they have to change all the rules of Hollywood week. What they don't seem to understand is they they just drew a mustache on the Mona Lisa of reality singing competition challenges.
Nigel Lythgoe waltzes out to tell a surprisingly husky group of competitors that the rules have changed this year. Rule 1: See how there are only men in this room? That's the first change. Just think of it as a middle school dance. Hollywood Week 1 is the wall where all the boys are standing, the one with the basketball scoreboard hovering above their heads. Hollywood Week 2 is the opposite wall, with all the girls twirling their hair while lingering close to the emergency exit. It's unnecessary, and it severely disrupts the usual ebb and flow of the dance of Hollywood week drama.
Rule 2: Producers choose the groups, no ifs, ands, or buts. Sure, in theory this means we'll get multitudes of groups butting heads rather than just the few that are comprised of shy guys, stragglers, and raging ego-maniacs, but in practice, it means continuous crimes against music, endless mild disagreement, and so much distraction that even some of the best singers in the competition are thrown off their game. It's a mess, and not the great kind. The worst result may be that terrible performances are rewarded with a second chance time and again this episode, perhaps as an acknowledgement that this new process was bad for everyone, but first, the judges did their best to thin out the herd in the initial sudden death speed round.
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Most important to note at this point in the competition are those folks who lost it all in a matter of seconds. First up was Karl Skinner, who we fell in love with in Oklahoma City only to let go too soon in a fit of Coca-Cola-driven fervor. Unfortunately, Karl shows himself to be all growl and no true vocals, and he's sent home along with the group of strange rapscallions (including a man who drops a paper heart with all the ceremony of Criss Angel releasing a dove while he delivers his emo audition). He's followed by the singing doctor a.k.a. Dr. Calvin Peters, who I chastised for leaving behind his job helping to heal burn victims to pursue fame when we met him back in Charlotte. Next comes cutie-patootie firefighter Dustin Watts who was always lovable, but rather generic in this mixed bag of contestants.
Next comes the challenge. Cortez Shaw shows up with too much confidence for his own good, attempting to belt out the Whitney Houston classic "I Will Always Love You." And it's not good. His off-key, cocky performance starts a debate among the judges when Mariah inexplicably likes him (girl, is your falsetto range affecting your brain?). Nicki actually says she is "disgusted" and Randy says the only thing the kid needed to hear: "You ain't Whitney." Yet somehow, this cocky little smart-ass gets another shot at the big time. Sure, he sang a much tougher song than anyone else, but he clearly knows nothing about his vocal ability and that spells elimination.
The fake-outs continue as Nicki carries out a few jokes of her own. Her first victim is Bryant Tadeo, who she gets to admit he's tired so she can tell him "It's good that your tired because you're going to have a lot of time to sleep now that we're sending you home." But it's all a cruel ruse, Bryant's just dealing with a little emotional trauma now. No big deal. At least Bryant got a lesson in being grateful and excited about Idol. Oh and also, there's the part where he gets to stay. That's not bad either.
Lastly, we watch Brian Rittenberry, whose adorable wife survived cancer and then spent the second half of his audition sweetly fawning over Keith Urban. He attempts to country-fy Brian McKnight's "Back at One," and while he's still got strength and sweetness, it's clear the rough quality of his voice is serving to camouflage the lack of vocal ability. The lovable lug is sent home, and it's not pleasant to watch his dreams crash, the show is about singing and it was the right thing to do to let him go. It's a skill our judges only seem to have half of the time as auditions continue.
Almost as suddenly as it rehearsals began (because there was no time devoted to the cruel, yet fascinating process of self-selecting groups), the performances were underway, undercutting the vicious footage we've come to expect. It's probably better for our souls this way, but we were okay with the consequences of verbal sparring and bullys bested by their more talented teammates. Luckily, not everything has changed. We still get the requisite bathroom rehearsal. Unnecessary beat-boxing (unless you're Justin Timberlake or Blake Lewis, beat-boxers need not apply, but oh boy do they ever). We're also treated to an ego-crushing wake-up reel of the contestants before they've prettied themselves. Well, everyone except for Johnny Keyser, who apparently rolls out of bed with perfectly feathered hair and a cavalier attitude. And while even I'm jealous of his charmed life, full of eyes so sparkly they blind the sun and hair so naturally perfect it should be in a museum, his wake-up routine isn't exactly the highlight of Hollywood week. Then again, I'm not really sure what was.
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First group of the night is Mathheads, comprised of Matenee Treco, Matheus Fernandes, Gabe Brown, and Nick Bodington. After milking Matheus's tale of shortness for all it's worth (even having the kid lay on his bed so he could put his hopes out into the ether, "God, please help me. I've been waiting so long for this," even though he just had a fairly sizable shot on Ryan Murphy's The Glee Project. Matenee's got a case of the crazy eyes, Gabe has an issue or two with really singing out when he's not using his gutteral growl, Matheus rocks out like it's still 1984 and Van Halen is the pinnacle of musical fame, and Nick is simply so overshadowed by his cohorts that I couldn't remember a distinguishing factor about him if I tried. "Somebody to Love" by Queen earns them all another shot at the top 24, but I'm still wary of Matheus and his seemingly out of control ego.
Johnny Keyser, his pretty face, and his group take on a song that he didn't actually know, because he doesn't listen to human music, just the sounds of a million angels singing directly into his ear. "Reach Out (I'll Be There)" may be a classic Four Tops song that most fans of aural joy have heard at least once in their lives, provides a problem for Johnny in that it is a total blind spot. It means a complete jumble of misguided voices for Johnny's group.Johnny forgets his lyrics, but manages to keep on humming. Kareen Clark has the words down, but he's flatter than a piece of plywood. The harmonies are awful. Despite the fact that Aussie Keith can't believe that he knows a song that all-American kid Johnny doesn't, Johnny is sent on through while the other move on. Of course they keep the hot guy. This is Hollywood after all. What's Tinseltown without a few attractive people to keep us interested? (A town full of talented people who were judged fairly? Who wants that.)
And the disappoint keeps on keeping on. Curtis Finch and his unbelievable gospel/R&amp;B voice have made him one of the voices to beat in the competition, but as it turns out, he's kind of a jerk. When his assigned teammate, scrawny little pop-punk-loving Charlie, gets sick, Curtis sees it as an opportunity to do better for himself, with the kid out of the way. Their third teammate does everything he can to help Charlie, even admitting it to the camera while Curtis stood aside expressionless, totally aware that taking credit for helping Charlie would be unwise after the truth had been caught on camera. When the trio performs, however, you'd never know there was an issue among them, but Curtis's capable runs are tinged with the knowledge that he would have let that poor kid hang out to dry if he needed to. Apparently, he didn't get the memo about everything he says being taped and presented to America so that they might one day choose to vote (or more likely not vote) for the guy who was too ambitious to help a guy in need. Naturally, the judges don't know about his backstage antics and they're wowed, sending all three through while Mariah inflated Curtis' ego by telling him she's been waiting all day to hear him sing. With a victory on his hands, Curtis is all team spirit suddenly, but I can't imagine that would be the case if the song had put him in danger. If only she wasn't right about his talent. Selfish or not, the guy can destroy any song he touches.
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Two more relatively boring groups squeak on by, giving speech-impediment sufferer Micah Johnson and his teammates Vincent Powell, Marvin Calderon, and David Willis a ticket to the next round. Also raking in the luck was sign language teacher Nate Tao's group of leather-jacket-lovers, who all went easily to the next round, even Cortez, despite his tendency to hop into off-key territory during "Some Kind of Wonderful." If Cortez keeps getting through, we're going to have the male equivalent of Karen Rodriguez on our hands again.
While we wade through two groups who can't even muster up a fraction of the lyrics to either "What Makes You Beautiful" (only the most infection pop song courtesy of the biggest boy band on the planet, One Direction) or any number of other well-known songs during this, a singing competition presumably filled with folks so set on singing they might want to listen to artists other than themselves. Two groups of lyric-losers come through and only Paul Jolley and Will White survive.
B-Side or the group formerly known as Three Men and a Baby (get it, because that one kid is 15 and the rest of the dudes are strapping men!), try a little Maroon 5 and Keith comes to his fellow reality judge Adam Levine's defense: "Adam Levin isn't dead yet, but he's alredy rolling over in his grave." Morbid, Urban. Gupreet Singh Sarin, Nicki's favorite "Turbanator" from New York, leads the group, many of whom forget the lyrics completely while Sarin at least fills his empty lyrical space with some scatting. The sounds are simply cacophonic and even though Gupreet does his best to salvage his flub, he's not much stronger than he was during auditions when Nicki had to beg her fellow judges to give him a shot. Yet somehow, the judges deliberate and come out with the idea that these guys, who blew their group audition, deserve another chance. Even Gupreet looks confused as Nicki exclaims her joy over her "baby group" living to see another day of competition. She says she pushes them through because "we are humans and we forget the lyrics, but it's about what you do in those moments that makes you a star," and we hear you, Nicki, but these guys don't seem to be the ones to use that card up on. Hopefully, I'm wrong and they heed Randy's command to simply "be better next time." Some act of God spared this undeserving group, but hopefully it will lead to somewhat of a small miracle when it comes time for solo Hollywood auditions tomorrow.
Suddenly, some glaring choice (that occurred in the last paragraph and surprised all of us) makes the judges realize they have to get tough and soon. Luckily, they are served up a nice hot plate of terrible singing to get them in the cutting mood. Last Minute, a group that included Jason Jones, Dan Wood, Jessie Lawrence, and some guy the producers didn't see a need to call by name forget their words and quite possibly how to sing, forcing Randy to burst, "How do I even judge this?" He doesn't really have to, and send the whole lot home.
Carrying on with the snooze train is a group organized by Ryan Conner Smith, who gets the singers to perform a cappella. The judges hate the lack of musical accompaniment, and Ryan's innovation (and lack of vocal prowess) is what sends him home while the rest of his group stays. Perhaps he should have heeded his vocal coach (and Katharine McPhee's mom) when she cast a disapproving look at the mention of an a cappella audition.
Burnell Taylor from Baton Rouge is known as the guy who made Mariah cry during auditions, but during Hollywood week, his group's "Some Kind of Wonderful" almost made her cry for another reason. Burnell doesn't know the words, and his vocals are suffering. Yet memories of his past performances apparently keep him alive, during the round that is supposed to be judged at face value and he and his teammate Tony Foster Jr. are safe while their cohorts pack up.
Finally, as the end of the episode approaches, the drama begins to emerge. Super 55, socially-challenged stutterer Lazaro Arbos' group is having issues. And if you ask Josh Stevens, it's because they're all spending too much time trying to fix Lazaro because he's "not from around here" and his stutter makes it hard to communicate. While Lazaro is concerned that his teammates take his speech issue as a symptom of deficient mental ability, Josh is the one showing off just how stupid he can be. Who's the one Nicki loves so much, she made a heart with her hands in his general direction during the sudden death round? Oh, Lazaro. That's right. Pipe down, Joshie. While Josh worries some more, Ryan Seacrest's voice-over hopes the group doesn't become a statistic (which is impossible because they're by default already a statistic. This isn't an STD prevention PSA. "Becoming a statistic" doesn't mean bad things happen to you.) And the only people in danger of statistichood turned out to be Josh and his buddy in bullying, Scott Fleenor, who plays the flat singer to Josh's boring 1950s sock-hop attendee. Lazaro and his teammate Christian Lopez (With the dreamy blue eyes and sultry, seductive singing voice) are the only ones worth watching, and when the voting is done, the judges only leave the talented ones standing. Scott simply sulks, but Josh takes this golden opportunity to right the wrongs he's committed since group rehearsals started to be a total ass. "If anything, you should be going on. We spent so much time perfecting what you needed to be doing," was all he could say through his tears to Lazaro before he parted ways with the talented young lad.
But Idol had more than one group tailor-made for total implosion. Country Queen pitted two eccentric young men against two strapping young country singers, one of whom has a serious issue with men who don't chop down trees or stomp around in muddy boots. JDA and Joel Wayman drive Army man Trevor Blakney nutty with their focus on showmanship, but his real problem seems to be the various ways in which both men are less attached to traditional expressions of gender. While they're completely willing to listen to his needs as a member of the group, Trevor is convinced his teammates are ignoring him and he flatout refuses to participate in the lyrical workshop that he whined so desperately for, complaining that he didn't want to "put on dresses and put glitter on." And his intolerance of people unlike himself (something producers were counting on) costs him his pride and his spot in the competition. He forgets his lyrics, while his glitter-wearing teammate JDA focuses on vocals and wins the judges approval. Everyone in the group, including so-so country singer Lee Pritchard make it through while Trevor heads home to pout about never having lost anything before. Well, my dear boy, the thing about winning is that it doesn't happen when you sit on your rear end complaining for an entire round of a cutthroat competition.
And just when it seems the judges' vow to be tougher isn't quite as strong as they made it sound, Cystic Fibrosis afflicted 15-year-old Kayden Stephenson comes to the stage with his group, which includes a mature and much more polished David Leathers Jr. (he was eliminated at the top 24 cut off last season), is up with "For the Longest Time." Idol placed all four members of DSDK together because, oh aren't they cute, they're all the youngest in the competition. Each of the youngsters delivers at the very least descent solos until it comes time for Kayden's turn. A quick shot of Mariah while Kayden flounders with his sweet, child's voice on stage makes the diva look like she's just seen something horrific. This sweet little survivor is crashing and burning before her eyes and she can't handle the thought of what the judges are going to have to tell him. Luckily, he's not sent home alone, alone Sanni M'Mairura and David make it through, but it's still heartbreaking to watch little Kayden trudge on home. While his story was awe-inspiring, it was clear during his first audition that his voice wasn't strong enough for the competition, yet the show couldn't resist sending him through and pumping him for failure. He should never have made it to the televised round of auditions; it was clear he wasn't strong enough. Yet in the end, Nicki has to convince Mariah (and any backstory-clinging viewers) that sending him home was the right thing to do. Yes, it was hard watching the panel send home a cancer survivor with an amputated leg after he wasn't good enough for the competition, but it's less difficult than watching him step even closer to his dream before it's taken away. Rip the bandaid off early, or we're left feeling horrible for a young kid who was advanced unfairly because his story looked great as an episode endcap.
Finally, the night ends in tears when Frankie Ford, who won us over with his story about singing for change on the subway in New York, lets the pressures of a contentious group mar his ability to use his God-given voice. Placed in a group with powerhouse Charles Allen, unstoppable personality Papa Peachez, and constant surprise Adam Sanders, Frankie is faced with a smorgasbord of musical variety. He could, as the least experienced member of the group, use it to learn. But instead, he spends the whole rehearsal period complaining that they don't listen to him, driving him to tears just minutes before it's time to perform. Oz, as they decide to call themselves, serves up a performance that's the vocal equivalent of the junk drawer. Nothing fits together, however great the value in each individual piece. Peachez is weak, clearly shaken up by the group dynamic. Adam does okay, but ultimately rescues his performance with a suggestive joke. And Charles is the only solid performer, pulling out a few high notes and impressive runs. Frankie, however, cries on stage, forgets his lyrics, and eventually gives up mid-phrase. Even if his story is admirable and moves us and his voice is a good one, this is not the behavior or attitude of someone who can win Idol. He's cut loose while Peachez earns another chance thanks to Nicki's incessant begging, but that's not the last we hear of the supposedly sweet singer from New York. He bursts out of auditions, barreling away from his friends and yelling about how he'll come back and win, but it's his line "They will not deny me" that is of concern. Frankie, you're a good singer, but no one, not even American Idol owes you a win or an instant ticket to fame. He can come back again, but unless he fixes that attitude, it's going to be the same story all over again.
With all that surprisingly lackluster nonsense out of the way, Thursday will deliver the solo Hollywood round, also known as the place contestants start to have their big moments (you know, those performances that seem to make the sky open up just so angels can come down and flutter around the singer on the stage?). There will be a bit of drama here and there, but what we're looking for isn't a fight or a hissy fit. We're looking for some kind of wonderful.
Of course, it will be strange to go through this process once more with the ladies next week. Hopefully, they don't leave us with such ardent fits of boredom as the menfolk.
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Well, it was another #BachS**tCray night on ABC.
First off, let me state the obvious: Apparently, we are opening up each episode with a shirtless workout montage or a beach scene. I have been following along with this tradition by doing push-ups shirtless at the same time. This was awkward because I watched the show with a few dudes and some girl I barely know. Okay, that was a random story. Let's get onto the actual show.
Sean's One-on-One with Lesley M.
Sean's first date was with Lesley M., and they attempted to break The Guinness Book of World Records' record for longest on-screen kiss. A few thoughts on this topic:
1. I believe editing prevented me from breaking this record last season with Emily (Sorry Jef, I know you're reading this). I mean, three minutes and 15 seconds, that's child's play!
2. If I were in Sean's position, I would have been way too handsy.
3. Who is down to break this record on YouTube this week? I may be game.
Alright, moving forward to the actual kiss. I hate to say it because Sean is my buddy, but what a missed opportunity! It was his time to shine. He had had her locked in for three-plus minutes, and she was leading him! (Nice hair grabbing, Lesley. You have some style, girl.)
Overall, the date went well. The night portion really showed that Sean is feeling her. I only say this because he really wanted Lesley to reassure him that she had strong feelings for him. Men don't do this unless they want to feel confident. So, I wonder if her being so nervous made him question her feelings?
Group Date Bikini Action and Kacie's Crazy Confrontation
Just when I was cutting through the awkwardness by eating RedVines and checking Twitter, everyone changed into bikinis. Now that got my attention! My only wish was that everyone could have been on that date. Oh well, back to the show.
My favorite line from the group date: "This game is the most important game of my life." Okay, you may need to reevaluate things a bit then. And then, watching the losing team have a meltdown and breaking into tears... Wow! Kristy just lost it.
So everyone put some normal clothes on, and then it was on to Kacie's one-on-one scene. I was so confused by Kacie's decision to talk to Sean about Desiree and Amanda's drama, and judging by the look on Sean's face, so was he. It's safe to say men don't like drama. Kacie should have just concentrated on their connection, and not warned Sean about that nonsense. That pretty much sealed her fate. Did you hear him call her "crazy?" By the way, girls, when a man calls you "crazy," it's safe to say it's over.
AshLee F.'s One-On-One
Let's cut to AshLee F.'s date because the whole Tierra drama was a waste of time. On the show, and off, Tierra is sliding downhill fast.
I was really moved by AshLee's date. Having those two girls join them was really sweet of Sean. I loved how AshLee was so open and caring towards them. It really made me like her. The date reminded me a bit of my Dollywood date with Emily. It's so amazing to have a theme park to yourself. It brings out the big kid in you. Sean and AshLee were all smiles, and the two girls had the time of their lives — it warmed my heart.
When Sean and AshLee had dinner, she opened up to him. Everyone has a story to tell, and AshLee has been through quite a lot. It was good to see how positive she remains after her experiences, and more than anything, she wants someone to love. That person could be Sean.
Back to the mansion. Cocktail parties before a rose ceremony were always my favorite. People start freaking out! It's just fun to watch the meltdowns. Monday's meltdown wasn't too crazy, though. Selma looked AhhMazing, and we all knew Kacie was out of there. It was a bit of a surprise that Sean eliminated Kristy, but hey, she lost her cool a few times.
Until next week everyone! This show is #BachS**tCray, and we just can't take our eyes off of it.
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The phrase "Oh my God, Landry killed a guy!" has never carried such gravitas. The final seconds of tonight's Breaking Bad — in which Jesse Plemons' bumbling Todd (and Friday Night Lights' beloved goofball Landry) pulls out a handgun and (seemingly) fatally shoots a little boy — will undoubtedly launch the beginning of the end for this madcap series. If you were one of those folks twiddling their thumbs, waiting for the metaphoric s*** to hit the fan, congratulations — you got your wish. There's no coming back from this.
Presumably, much of the action over the coming weeks will be determined by how Jesse processes the shooting, and decides to move forward. His decision will no doubt be impacted by Walt's reaction, which, judging by the fact that he's an evil son of a bitch who effortlessly manipulated Hank and almost killed Lydia (despite her status as a single mother) earlier in the episode, may not be what Jesse is looking for. Walt (or, more appropriately, Heisenberg) only lives for this business and its maddening power now, and though I doubt he'll be happy about this tragic turn of events, something tells me he'd rather bury the kid in the sand and move on than risk compromising their operation. Collateral damage, and such. Whereas Jesse, who never fully recovered from Gale's shooting and is still hating himself for Brock's poisoning, may decide to throw in the towel. Mike is a bit of a wild card here — his love for his own grandchildren is fierce, but I'm not sure if remorse over this stranger-child's death will be enough to counteract his desire to support his family. Either way, business as we know it is done.
A good part of what made the shooting so viscerally effective was its sudden, unforeseen nature. Yes, Todd murdered a precious, innocent child, but he also murdered a precious innocent child who had not been seen since the very beginning of the episode. We saw the kid scooting around the desert in the episode's bizarre cold open and knew he was headed for trouble, but the 40-odd minutes that followed were so intense and occasionally heart-stopping that many of us probably forgot he existed. I feel like I say this every week, but kudos to Vince Gilligan and director George Mastras for punching us in the gut. The last time this "gotcha!" technique was used to perfection was in Game of Thrones' season one penultimate episode, where SPOILER ALERT (but come on) series lead Ned Stark was suddenly decapitated after not being seen for almost an hour. You thought he was safe! You thought Arya was going to have a casual day at the market, and Walt and the boys would celebrate their robbery with a Denny's Grand Slam! You thought wrong. Good luck sleeping tonight.
Anyway, in the 15-odd minutes before the episode's shocking conclusion, Gilligan and co. treated us to an epic, edge-of-your-seat train robbery straight out of an old Western. In last week's episode, Lydia appeared to be done for when she "discovered" a tracking device on a canister of Madrigal's methylamine, making her entire supply unsafe for transit. Mike wanted to kill her, but Walt had another idea — one that further proved how far he's come since season one, when everyone still thought he was a "family man." He entered Hank's office under the guise of wanting to talk about Skyler, and effortlessly faked some tears like he was a college girl vying for a grade change. Hank awkwardly left to grab some coffee, then Walt wiped his tears and quickly installed a bug on Hank's desk. Crafty jackrabbit!
I've always loved Hank — despite some trying times last season — and I'm worried that the man's fragile psyche will explode when he finds out how long and how badly he's been duped by his brother-in-law. Now more than ever, we need the Schraders to keep their cool — the way they adorably handled baby Holly, whose brief existence on this earth has thus far been miserable, proved that emotional wasteland Skyler should start drawing up some adoption papers, stat. "Flynn" may be done for (or will at least require decades of therapy), but Hank and Marie could still save Holly from the stripper pole when Walt and Skyler leave the picture. Walt initially started cooking in direct opposition to his brother-in-law, with the full intention of giving "Flynn" and Holly a decent life, and now it seems as if Hank and Marie are the only ones who can make that happen. Walt has effectively destroyed 3/4 of his family in just one calendar year.
The bug he placed in Hank's office ended up being a blessing for Lydia, who was forced at gunpoint (by Mike, who else) to place a call to Hank regarding the tracked methylamine. Hank knew nothing about it, but a quick call to Houston proved that the bug-eyed nut job was a telling the truth — she had nothing to do with it. Still, her room full of methylamine was now unusable, and that made Mike (who had a very good reason) and Walt (who had no good reason, the heartless bastard) vote to kill her, despite Jesse's protests.
Which leads us to the banana-pants, season making train robbery: to save her own ass, Lydia mentioned a train that carries "an ocean of methylamine," and that also briefly passes through a no man's land in the desert, where all wireless goes to die. If they intercepted the train during that brief amount of time, 24,000 gallons would be readily at their disposal. Mike initially vetoed the idea, on account of the fact that they would have to kill the train's crew in order to successfully get away with it. Then Jesse, for the second time this season, outsmarted his genius mentors by suggesting that they replace the missing methylamine with equal amounts of water, so that no one would ever know it was stolen. AP chemistry, bitch!
To pull this off, they recruited the help of Todd and one of his random burgling/home de-bugging colleagues (Note: He is actually Saul's associate, Kuby. My mistake! Blame IMDB.). For a while, it seemed that things would go off without a hitch: Kuby purposefully broke his own engine and parked his truck in the middle of the railroad tracks, forcing the conductors to stop and help him out. While they were distracted, Jesse and Todd handled the pumping in and out, while Walt oversaw from the ground. A few minutes in, a good samaritan almost ruined the whole thing— he gave Kuby's truck a bump and offered him a lift minutes ahead of schedule, causing hundreds of thousands of hearts to stop in unison. Tick tock, tick tock.
This posed a major problem: Walt wanted to wait and keep pumping until the full volume of methylamine had been retrieved, but the train was about to start with Todd on top of it and JESSE UNDER IT. Walt did not let them stop until he'd garnered every drop, and at this point the train had already begun rolling. Todd jumped off in the nick of time, but poor Jesse had to lie on the tracks and witness the undoubtably terrifying image of a train passing over him. It was mind-blowing to me that Jesse didn't instantly get up and punch Walt in the face. Maybe the adrenaline from the robbery muddled his brain, but it seemed pretty clear to me (and Mike) that Walt cared more about a few extra gallons of methylamine that he did about Jesse Pinkman's life.
After all was said and done, the boys started hootin' and hollerin' and understandably freaking out that they had actually pulled this heist off, and that's when they looked over and noticed the fresh faced little boy gazing at them, inquisitively, a few yards over. And, well, say what you will about Todd, but the man can certainly think on his feet. Boom.
If any good can come of this, it's that somehow, somewhere, a southwestern parent will think twice before letting their young child ride around solo in the desolate desert terrain with no supervision. And if the image of the kid getting shot is troubling you, know that in fifteen years he would have moved to Dillon, TX, and tried to rape Tyra in front of the Alamo Freeze.
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Easter weekend is upon us, which means all of those bad habits you swore to give up for 40 days (but probably didn't) can officially re-enter your every day lives — hello chocolate! But being that we're entertainment junkies and constantly have Hollywood on the brain, this got us thinking about what nasty habits we wish celebrities had given up for Lent.
TMZ reports that The Sitch has decided to "give up" rehab after he checked himself in several weeks ago for substance abuse problems. It's not really the best decision he's ever made (although his list of wise decisions isn't exactly long). So to help our fellow stars out, we've compiled a list of things they should have gone without this Easter season. Hopefully they'll keep these ideas in mind for next year.
The Sitch Should Have Given Up Partying
If this Jersey Shore star had done a little less partying and a little more tanning, then he might not have ended up in this situation in the first place. Hitting the clubs is pretty much this guy's bread and butter, but we need him around if we're ever going to get Jersey Shore: The Movie up off the ground (is that only my dream?).
Rihanna Should Have Given Up Chris Brown
Now before you immediately hate me for this, let me just one out that if we were just talking about a normal guy who brutally assaulted his girlfriend, then no one would be arguing against me. But since they're superstars everyone is more prone to jump on the forgiveness bandwagon. Maybe he has seen the error of his ways, but it would just be better if these two kept their distance. If Twitter has taught us anything it's that Chris Brown doesn't think before he acts.
Simon Cowell Should Have Given Up V-Necks
You may never be able to predict what comes out of Simon Cowell's mouth, but you don't need to be a fortune teller to know what he'll be wearing when it happens. We get it, you like V-necks, but would it hurt to broaden your wardrobe horizons a little bit? Someone get Tim Gunn on the phone stat!
Kim Kardashian Should Have Given Up Red Carpet Appearances
No one loves a red carpet like the Kardashian Klan, but during Kim's last paparazzi appearance she ended up with quite an ear full — of flour. If she had simply chosen to stay home that day she could have avoided a powdery confrontation (not to mention an expensive dry cleaning bill).
Jessica Simpson Should Have Given Up Talking
Sure, everyone loves a good celebrity pregnancy story, but Jessica Simpson has taken things to an extreme TMI level. Whether she's revealing intimate details about her sex life or using gross metaphors to illustrate her water breaking, it's become somewhat of an overkill and makes all of your friend's annoying pregnancy Facebook photos look like child's play.
Alexander Skarsgard Should Have Given Up All Women (Besides Me)
Okay, so this one is more for my sake than anyone else's, but can you really blame me? Even if you're not a True Blood fan (which you should be), you can't deny this is one gorgeous man. Let's just say, if ASkars had been one of the crash landing passengers on LOST, none of those women would have been trying so hard to get off that island.
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With the highly anticipated flick Snow White and the Huntsmen set to hit theaters this March, Chris Hemsworth was already looking at a pretty busy year. But it's about to get a lot busier now that he has a little one on the way. That's right -- the hunky actor will be playing the role of full-time dad now that his wife Elsa Pataky is pregnant. Hemsworth's rep confirmed the exciting news to People magazine earlier today. I guess who we know the hottest dad award is going to go to this year.
How does the pair feel about becoming full time parents? Pataky told Hola! magazine, “Chris and I are ecstatic, very happy and excited." The couple will welcome the baby this spring and have opted to be surprised in regards to the child's gender. Pataky explained, “Since it’s our first child we don’t care if it’s a boy or girl, our only wish is that it’s healthy." In my opinion, I just think they like to torture us with all the waiting. But there's still plenty to do before the little bundle arrives. In fact, Hemsworth is even brushing up on his Spanish. Pataky revealed to the magazine, “I’m only going to speak to the baby in Spanish. I already told my husband, ‘Get ready fast with Spanish because, if not, you’re not going to be able to understand what we say."
And as far as their actual marriage goes, the duo (who married in 2010) are still in newlywed bliss. Pataky said, "The balance in this first year as a married couple is wonderful, it’s been a constant honeymoon. I feel so fortunate to have found the person that completes me.” And I'm sure adding a new addition to the family is only going to bring them closer together. Congratulations to the soon-to-be parents!
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Synopsis

When a young girl is diagnosed with cancer, the crisis causes her concerned father's work to suffer and he is fired. Unemployed and without medical insurance, he searches for a new job to no avail. A senator learns of the family's plight and encourages them to testify to help convince Congress to pass the Family and Medical Leave Act, designed to protect individuals from losing their jobs as a result of a family medical crisis. As their daughter's condition becomes terminal, her dream of meeting President Clinton is achieved with the help of the Make-a-Wish Foundation. Inspired by actual events.